Page 70 of Upon Buried Embers
Rohan huffs out a low laugh, and I look at him in surprise, to which he raises a brow.
“Drogonah is a proud dragon, and you’re like a gnat to him. Why would he lower his standards for someone who is not worthy?”
“Because I’m an elf,” I guess easily. We have no value.
He shakes his head. “A dragon does not care if you’re human, elf, or something else. They care about the worth you have yet to show him.”
I pause. “How would I show that?” I ask, my other hand rising to the collar.
He looks at it, nostrils flaring. “We are strong people, dragons admire strength.”
I sigh, moving to his bent knee and washing there. “I’m not strong at all.”
“Strength can look like many different things. You just have to find it.”
“And then he will be more… open to me?”
He shrugs. “We shall see.” I nod. “You will practice braiding my hair after.”
“Okay,”
He grunts his acknowledgement. “After you bathe.”
I wonder where I will bathe. There are a few streams nearby.
Just the thought of the cold seeping in makes me shiver.
“You’re cold.” He eyes me.
“I’m fine,” I tell him softly, moving to the other side of him.
I wash down to his pectorals, his stomach, and I avert my eyes, moving quickly to the tops of his thighs. It’s silent, other than my heartbeat in my ears and the splashing of water.
Moving back to my original side, I lift the cloth and rinse it out and Rohan grabs my wrist.
“You missed an area.”
I look at him, confused, but no words are needed as he guides my hand down.
The cloth covers something hard, and he squeezes my much smaller hand around it, grunting, eyes on me.
“I don’t think—”
“Hush,” he says, moving my hand up and down him. I squirm, cheeks blazing as I look away. “You will clean all of me. Another punishment. Now, watch.”
I peek down at his hard cock and swallow roughly. The head is an angry red, showing through the cloth as he brings it down again, his hips lifting a little. He brings our hands up to the top, swirling around the head.
My lips part, warmth unfurling through me and then he abruptly lets go, standing and climbing out, unashamed of how his hard cock is on display.
I blink rapidly as he curses at himself and barks out a “Bathe. Now.”
All I can do is nod, and when he’s out of sight, I release a breath, leaning heavily against the tub.
Sitting at the table, I practice braiding with Rohan’s hair again, looking at the older ones he has kept in. He goes over what I think are letters again, scattered on the table. Some look old, andsome new. They must not be important if he’s leaving them out in the open for me to see. Not that it matters anyway, but I sneak glances at him.
“Concentrate.” It’s not really a reprimand, his tone isn’t harsh, but I do as he asks anyway.
He wasn’t even looking at me.
